Belated Romance (Mu Tongrui)

Chapter 54

Mu Tongrui was forced to lift her tear-stricken face to look into that handsome face. His lips were unexpectedly tender. She froze on the spot. Though that kiss was not particularly passionate, it was enough to set her heart racing.

Until Fu Lingye let go of her and looked at her who was still in a daze, with his deep- set eyes. Smiling, he asked, “So, would you be quiet now?”

Mu Tongrui had lashed out at Fu Lingye in a moment of rage. Now, she was at a loss of words after that kiss and even her anger had dissipated. With her face flushed, she bit her lips and looked down at the ground, hoping it would swallow her up.

He asked with a hint of amusement in his voice, “So you really do not want the villa?”

“....”

Mu Tongrui's mind was in a mess. Determinedly, she smiled at Fu Lingye through her tears, “I.... I was only saying things in a moment of anger. Mr. Fu, please do not hold it against me. Just treat it like I have never say such things.”

He glanced at her supposedly charming smile and frowned, “Such an ugly smile.”

“...”

With his hands in his pockets and an air of disapproval, he turned around.

Unconsciously, she touched her lips which are still warm from the kissing and thought to herself, why did he kiss her just now if she is that ugly?

“Where is the bathroom?”

He glazed across the hall. Mu Tongrui quickly removed her hand from her lips, worried that he might mistake her gesture as reminiscing about the kiss earlier.

“Bath... bathroom? Bathroom is upstairs.”

Seeing that he was about to go upstairs as if he was in the comfort of his own home, Mu Tongrui quickly called up to him, “There is a washroom downstairs, you can wash...”

Before she could finish, Fu Lingye cut her off while heading upstairs, “I want to bathe.”

Bathe? Why does he want to bathe in broad daylight?

Mu Tongrui caught up with him in an attempt to hold him off, “You can bathe when you return to Fu Family. It is not convenient here. I do not have your bathing gel etc...”

Staring into Fu Lingye's cold, sharp gaze, her voice gradually trailed off as she somehow felt guiltier by the minute. His eyes seemed to be conveying the message, Continue uttering nonsense.

Fu Lingye looked at her disdainfully out of the corner of his eyes, “Where is the bathroom?”

She pointed towards her bedroom and offered reluctantly, “In my room...”

Fu Lingye always liked cleanliness. He had sweated a little when he punched Jian Zhe just now, but what he could not stand most is Jian Zhe's overpowering cologne that had got onto his clothes. In Fu Lingye's eyes, such common cologne was low-class and pungent. He could not stand it for one more second.

Mu Tongrui was mumbling to herself when she heard the sound of running water, “What a fussy man he is to be bothered to bathe in the daytime.”

Suddenly, a metal box on the study desk caught her eye. She had found it in her drawer when she was doing some cleaning a few days ago.

In it were the gifts that that scoundrel, Jian Zhe gave her last time.

There was a Christmas card which wrote, “My dear Rui, I hope to be with you forever, and spend every Christmas with you. Merry Christmas.”

Those mushy words have led her to cry foolishly last time. Thinking back of Jian Zhe's disgusting behavior, she felt as if she was given a tight slap to wake from her delusion and to see Jian Zhe's true color.

In the corner of that metal box sat a gold ring.

Right, this ring was given by Jian Zhe as her birthday gift. He said that he would not marry anyone but her in this lifetime. He ended up having an affair with Shen Wanyue and helped that pair of mother and daughter to abscond with that 10million dollars, driving her father to commit suicide.

She could crush the ring with her hatred.

Three years ago, when she had nowhere to go, she was filled with disappointment due to the betrayals from Jian Zhe, Shen Qiu and Shen Wanyue. Skeptical of relationships, she had purposely kept her distance from her admirers in Paris until they subsequently caught the hint and gave up.

In this world, how many relationships are reliable and trustworthy?

As she was thinking about the past, Fu Lingye came out from the bathroom, refreshed. She turned her head back and caught him observing her. Bare-chested and with only a towel covering his lower part, he came out bare-footed. Her heart skipped a beat and she quickly turned her head back, not daring to face him.

But he did not seem to have a shred of embarrassment and walked over to join her in his usual confident self. His eyes darkened at the sight of that gold ring and pulled a long face. Just when Mu Tongrui had not figured out what he was up to, he had grabbed the ring in her hand and threw it out of the window.

Mu Tongrui was stunned, “Why are you throwing my stuff?”

“What, do you still like that man who almost raped you?”

Jian Zhe was nothing but a low-class organism in the eyes of Fu Lingye.

Mu Tongrui does not care about that ring, but she retorted, “That was my stuff nevertheless. Who are you to throw away my stuff without my permission?”

She had grown to understand how autocratic Fu Lingye was, thus she purposely put on a show of displeasure, “Fu Lingye, although you are Party A and I am Party B, you have no right to decide for me. We are only pretending to be married after all!”

He narrowed his eyes at her and stretched out his long arm to hug her around her waist, pulling her close in an embrace.

“I forbid my woman to keep rings from other men.”

Instinctively, Mu Tongrui protested softly, “I am not your woman...”

“Soon to be.”

She lifted her head and saw the frown on his face. He was looking at her intently. She could smell the fragrance on his body. He had used her shower gel.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Mu Tongrui swallowed hard and pushed him away in his chest in a defensive stance, “What... what do you want?”

He took a few steps towards her with a dangerous, oppressive aura, causing Mu Tongrui to take a few steps back until she leaned against the wall. Fu Lingye stretched out his long, well-defined arms to caress her face. He leaned over and caught the awful smell of Jian Zhe's cologne that was still on her body.

He whispered into her ears, “I really do not like that pungent smell on you. I spare you 10 minutes to take a bath, is that enough?” Perhaps it was because he just came out of a hot shower, his breath was warm and it was very seductive to feel his breathing in her ears.

“...”

Mu Tongrui almost choked. Could he be wanting her to bathe so that he could bed her afterwards?